I was born faithful to God
I thought it would take a lifetime
to break my faith- the source of my strength
Each day I struggled, and every day
I felt under-appreciated and if God counts
woman's tears then mine could fill a lake
Perhaps the ones i chose for love
Failed to understand God's Way
But perhaps it's the best part of me
I ran through college
every paper I tried to use to make sense
of the world around me
But this time I returned to 17
and the one who died; lived
vicariously through me
And after three Christmas Seasons
I know you call me beautiful
You set my feet on the ground
You painted love into my heart
how quickly you pick up
my father dancing
And the truth behind my smile
in just the way you love me
so well that I was willing to trade
my world for yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem